Brotherly Love!

We had one of those little dramas recently- a situation that can seem trite as an adult but is catastrophic when you are a child.
My daughter ("Miss 5") had a tiny little rubbery thing she called "Polar Bear Hush".  It was her favouite toy in the whole world- she played endlessly with it.  Here is a picture:

The other day, we heard an unbelievable wail of distress from below, followed by footsteps on the stairs.  My dear little boy ("Master 3") had woken Miss 5 to tell her that he'd thrown Polar Bear Hush into the chicken coop, and she'd been eaten by Mrs Chicken!

Poor Miss 5!  She was still feeling rather fragile from several days with a tummy bug (hence the afternoon nap) and she was devastated.  In the hope that Master 3 was excersising his rather active imagination, I went over the coop with a fine tooth comb- to no avail.  They both looked on- she with tears of genuine grief pouring down her cheeks; he totally unrepentant and offering helpful comments as to exactly where I should be looking.  It became apparent that further efforts would be futile, so I did what I could to distract Miss 5 from her grief while Master 3 had some appropriate quality time with his Dad...

A short time later I came into the family room to find the two of them sitting cosily on the sofa, his head on her shoulder, quietly enjoying a DVD together.

"You're lucky your sister isn't angry with you!" I said to Master 3, still feeling rather upset on her behalf. 

She looked up with a lovely smile, then, and hugging him a bit tighter she said, "No, Mum.  I'm not angry with him because I love him.  He's my brother!"

"Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brothers to dwell together in unity!

2 It is like the precious ointment on the head, that ran down on the beard, even Aaron's beard: that went down to the skirts of his garments;

3 As the dew of Hermon, and as the dew that descended on the mountains of Zion: for there the LORD commanded the blessing, even life for ever more."  Psalm 133